Tang Dao gasped for breath, his right eyelashes trembled without rhythm, and blood seeped into his eye sockets. He stretched out his hands with great effort, stood up, covered the wound, and said in a low voice.

"Go and see if Witte and the others are still alive."

Osborne was also watching dumbfounded. He had seen his opponent strangled with his hands, and even kicked his opponent's Adam's apple off with his feet, but you said that this was the first time he had seen him strangled with his hands, because this method is very dangerous. If the enemy

If he had the ability to resist, he would be the only one to be unlucky if he attacked the lower three groups. Osborne opened his mouth half-open, and after hearing Tang Dao's instructions, he quickly closed his mouth and nodded in agreement.

The BTR-40 has strong bones, but the anti-1 grenade made by Lao Maozi is not a vegetarian. The sudden force cuts to the weak point and can cause damage to the people inside. Of course, the chance of this is very low.

Osborne put the rifle behind him and tried hard to open the car door, but it was locked from the inside out. In desperation, he could only get through from the driver's seat. Fortunately, the front and rear positions of the BTR-40 were accessible.

, but the height of the space is very short. For a big man close to 190cm tall, he has to bend down.

The back seat is a mess!

There was a pile of weapons and firearms, including ammunition boxes, standing upright and stuck to the corner.

Job was lying on Witt's body, his clothes covered in blood stains.

Osborne opened the door first and dragged both of them out.

"It's hopeless. The wound is on the neck." The British man pointed at Job's neck and raised his head to look at the Tang Dao. There was a wound as wide as a small finger on it. It was obviously a fatal wound. The latter raised his brows and said he was in trouble.

The tire guy is dead?!

Although Tang Dao cannot be blamed for this incident, it is unexplainable that Qiaobu died.

"Witt just passed out."

"Shit!" Tang Dao finally couldn't help but cursed. How unlucky could Job be for something to happen to him alone? He pursed his lips and frowned deeper and deeper, but now was obviously not the time to think about this.

, took a breath, his forehead hurt, "Clean the battlefield first and withdraw."

The weapons of these people are pretty good, and they are worth some money, so they should be treated as damage charges!

After the BTR-40 drove away, I finally had the courage to show up. Who couldn't hear such a big movement, and it was in a residential area? I just shrank down, and waited until after the battle to open the door and take a peek.

.

Finally, a 17 or 18-year-old black man who was a little bolder rushed out with a strip of cloth hanging on his body and started touching the body. He found a U.S. dollar bill in the West Asian man's pocket, held it up and chattered excitedly about Endon.

Adding words, the stinky face on the dollar bill deeply irritated all the black people around, and the next second, roars sounded.

The bodies had all been stripped and all the clothes were torn off. What was worse was the old Jeep, whose tires had been ripped off. But there were also smart people who found mineral water bottles and washed the gasoline out of the fuel tank.

, spit it into the bottle, this...should be worth some money.

…

The armored vehicle drives along the end. You don’t need to open road signs in Africa, because there are basically no such things. What you want depends on your eyes and luck...

However, Tang Dao and the others were obviously lucky. After driving more than 800 meters, they saw a small hotel with a sign on it: "Star of tomorrow", but it seemed that there was some external force that made it crooked.

In the lower left corner of the signboard, there is a little bear painted with an almost honest smile, and it says in English: I'm going to school.

Rudely blocking the car at the door, Osborne got out of the car and dragged Witt from the back seat into the hotel.

There was a musty smell in the small hotel, but it was clean.

Boom, boom, boom!

Osborne knocked on the table and said in a rough voice, "Is anyone there?"

There were hurried footsteps upstairs and timid inquiries, "You...what are you going to do?"

I saw a little white girl standing at the corner of the wooden ladder. She looked about five or six years old. She was very cute, like a porcelain doll. Her eyes were big, but she was obviously scared and she was holding on to the handrail.

Osborne swallowed back the curse words he just wanted to curse, and smiled on his bearded face?

Although he was ugly, Tang Daozhen smiled when he saw the British guy, and his voice was very gentle, "Little lady, may I ask, where are your parents?"

Tang Dao looked at him in surprise, covering the wound with his right hand, as if he had just met him on the first day.

Ogre turned into a daughter slave?

Walter?

Did God drink too much vodka?

"I...they went to a place far, far away. I was with my grandmother." The little girl spoke clearly and in a cheerful tone. "They said that when they come back to me, they will bring me chocolates and Spanish

Bread, at that time, I no longer have to worry about bad people preventing me from studying. Cornelia can meet many good friends."

"Cornelia? Your name?"

The little girl nodded.

"What a cute name. Come on, uncle, there are dried fruits here, do you want them?" Osborne took out half a pack of snacks from his pocket. He didn't know when he hid them.

Cornelia hesitated for a moment, staring at the snack, and finally couldn't help but trot down. Her short legs were very hurried and wobbly on the nearly 30 centimeter steps, and she ran to Osborne very carefully.

, stretched out his hand, and the latter generously gave it to her, and also touched her head, "Now, are we friends?"

Tang Dao glanced at the side and looked a little impatient. He frowned and said, "Osborne, do something serious."

Osborne propped up his knees, turned to look at him, rolled his eyes secretly, hooked Cornelia's nose with his hand, and asked with a smile, "Where is your grandmother?"

"Damn it! Let her go!"

A loud and angry shout rang out, which made the eardrums hurt.

Tang Dao and Osborne raised their heads in surprise, their scalps suddenly numb.

I saw a white-haired but energetic old woman standing at the top of the stairs, but her eyebrows were raised unfriendly, and she was holding a jungle firearm, an M9200A1 shotgun, with a bad look on her face.

He said in frightened and angry English, "Put your hands up!"

Close range...a shotgun can be a daddy!

Tang Dao and Tang Dao raised their hands in a cowardly manner, and Wit, who was holding him next to him, let go and let him slide to the ground.

"Madam, we are good people." Tang Dao shouted quickly for fear that the other party would get angry.

"Hmph, are there any good people who carry two guns? Besides, the iron box outside belongs to you, right?" The old woman's wrinkled old face flashed with sarcasm. She felt that her intelligence was being despised, and she pulled the gun and loaded it!

"Hey, hey, hey, we are clients, isn't this a hotel?" Osborne was so frightened that he jumped to his feet. He stretched his hands so high, for fear that others would not know that he was cowardly.

The old woman's brows trembled, she lowered the muzzle of the gun slightly, and shouted, "Cornelia is back."

"Grandma, they are good people and they gave me delicious food." After Cornelia glanced at Osborne, she ran to the old woman on her short legs, shook the snacks in her hands and said, the old woman then

His face softened, he moved the muzzle of the gun, turned off the safety skillfully, and complained, "Don't you know how to call someone? If you are beaten to death, I will not be responsible for finding a cemetery for you."

Tang Dao originally had something to explain, but after looking at the M9200A1 shotgun, he wisely closed his mouth.

You are awesome, why do you have a guy in your hand?

"Give us two rooms, a bigger one." Tang Dao didn't bother to say any more, so he took out the money and slapped it on the table, "Thank you for giving us some medical sponges by the way, and give me some food."

"This money is not enough." The old woman looked at the hundred dollars on the table and shook her head.

"Not enough?" Tang Dao asked, "This is enough to eat a table in Grootfontein."

"Then you can go to Grootfontein."

The old woman's words instantly silenced him. She raised her turbid eyes slightly and knocked on the table. Her fingernails were very clean and neat. It was obvious that she paid great attention to her own image. "This is Bellierbo.

This is a war zone! All supplies cannot be transported in. The US dollars are money, but they are really worthless here."

"Then how much do you want?" Tang Dao asked through gritted teeth.

“A room is $30 a room…”

Before she finished speaking, Osborne jumped up and said angrily, "Fuck, are you robbing?" The old woman slapped the gun on the table, and the British guy instantly changed the subject, "Okay, listen.

your."

He also patted Tang Dao's arm and shook his hand back and forth, "Boss, this is cheap, not expensive."
Chapter completed!